Thursday, October 24

Reykjavík → Copenhagen. The airport in Reykjavík feels like a
miniature of the shiny parts of Heathrow. Or maybe like Schiphol.
You start to wonder if they don’t have a clean-flat-expensive
airport assembly line somewhere.

I’m surprised at one point to hear Hungarian. Everything else is
pretty much indistinguishable, so far at least.

I’m operating in a near-total vacuum of actual knowledge about any
of these cultures. A tourist, in other words, I guess. And who doesn’t
hate a tourist?

★

Could eat several small animals. Here’s a lesson: Don’t travel without
snacks.

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Earlier: The not-quite-triangle of the wing. The waning moon and Orion,
ahead and to our right. The low flat surface of the clouds.